I miss myself

Poem by: shika

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The transition from childhood to adulthood.

I miss myselef, I miss the old me,

When pure white was all my eyes could see;

even through misery, hatred and deceptions

because of the naive perceptions

Of the world I imagined.

Alas, when I grew up and examined,

And thought what life was all about;

Restlessness and doubts were throughout

the mind that wanted to break free

of the vicious cycle that I could foresee.

Why was I created? I never agreed!

When I know not what the purpose of life is indeed,

Or do I know and still pretend?

For all I want, is my mother to tend

to me - while I lay in a forever sleep on her lap,

While my cold hand feels the warmth of my dad’s clasp.

Submitted: August 25, 2018

Non-Fiction child mother time innocence exposure

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Melancholic Wisdom

I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels like this! There's been plenty of times that I've missed myself/how I used to be, not a feeling of nostalgia but wishing I still had certain parts of my personality from the past. A wonderful, emotional and haunting write, well done!

Sat, August 25th, 2018 7:53pm

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Thank you very much for your comment Melancholic Wisdom. I am so glad to have found a person like you that I can relate to. Yes, there are some parts or traits in our lives, that we wish to have back but as time changes, we change too. Change is something inevitable.

Sun, August 26th, 2018 9:59am